At the young age of six, my mom took me shopping one day. I took my mom's hand and instantly felt something off about it. I began rubbing it, somehow knowing that her hand needed this. When she started crying, I looked up and realized with shock that the hand I was rubbing was not my mother's! My mother apologized to the woman and began to lead us out of the store. But the woman stopped us and said, "You have no idea what your daughter has just done for me!" I didn't know it then, but I now know what arthritic hands feel like - just like the woman's hands of so long ago. This was the experience that put me on the road to becoming a massage therapist. After receiving an associates degree, I eagerly applied to massage school. Upon graduation, I created my own business in a small tourist town and enjoyed massaging many different people, from athletes to nuns! After that, I joined a health club as an on-site massage therapist and received much satisfaction helping people who were serious about their health. I then took a 12-year break to start a family. Today, with two wonderful sons and a sister who is my best friend, I live in Wilmore and am back doing the work I love most!